Princess of Wolves

The day that changed my life, was the day I was running for my life. I had chosen to follow and steal from the Royal Guards. But I had too, I was chosen to protect the Prince of Royal Wolves. He just didn't know it. Also, my name is Breanna King. I am an elven-werewolf, the Princess of the Ancient Pack of Wolves.
My plan of following them had went badly, when I was trying to steal a horse. Because I was tired of running on my feet, and if I shifted into my wolf form. They would know I was following them. Of course they had seen me, and they were now yelling at me.
"Thief!!" I could smell their horrible Royal scent coming off them in waves. Anger was the most over powering of all the emotions, running off them. Looking back, I saw the closest one was the Prince. My had explained to me, when I was younger. That I was to be married to him. But I don't want that to happen, to I decided to protect him instead. By going on the mission, I would hope to make him dislike me.
I really do not care for marriage at the moment. I've always wanted this sense of adventure and that is only want I want. Wanting to live my life to the fullest. I flicked the reins of my horse, making the mare go a little faster. Blazing down the road, back to where I set up camp. Suddenly, I was tackled from the mare. Catching the smell of another wolf...
And this is just the beginning of my adventure...
First book!
Second book is King of Wolves

Pretty selfish in a way. I mean she's a girl and he's the prince meaning that he's a guy in the first place. He should protect her bc he's a guy and even more so since he's the prince. He shouldn't run away even on her orders :/